Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.